This is fiction I'm talking about. The fact that I'm writing this at 3.p.m. suggests that blogging comes from a different part of the brain. I'd love nothing better than to be working on purchas but I know that if I tried it the flow of words would instantly stop and I'd be sitting gazing blankly at the screen, taking out commas and putting them back in again.
purchas keeps turning corners. I just went round one and there was a whole new landscape there, waiting to be traversed. I had thought Purchas would return to England overland, but it seems s/he's taking ship instead. Oh, and that bloody Bishop's back!